Page 36 of The Masks We Burn
Words can’t begin to describe how taken aback I am by his honesty. It’s so blunt and straight to the damn point. I ignore how it gnaws on the soft part of me that wishes I could do the same without fear of rejection, and instead focus on how it makes my pussy throb.
“I have something else you could kiss. See if you like that more.”
His bottom lip disappears as his tongue sweeps across it and my core literally seizes. “That’ll work.”
I didn’t think it was possible for his voice to get any lower, and holy fuck, does it send the nerves bundled in my clit into a fucking frenzy. Chewing on my lip, I consider how serious he is.
I mean, it has been a while, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious if William is nothing more than talk. Still, it’s not smart. In fact, it’s downright fucking stupid. But that makes me want to do it even more.
Screw it.
Just once. The kiss was just a taste and not enough to satiate the tension winding between us. Maybe this will be enough for me to see he’s not all that and I can stop acting so fucking horny when I think of him.
Scooching backward on the couch, I lean into the pillows, my eyes low and mouth parted, my vixen taking over. “If you really think you can handle the job. By all means.”
William’s eyes darken as they rake down my frame. There’s a hunger hiding in their depths that has me flirting with the idea that maybe he’ll be better than I give him credit for.
After a few seconds, he stands, stalking toward me slowly as if he knows the very act is driving me insane. And it is. My entire body is on fire from his starving gaze alone, but the way his steps are slow and almost calculated has me damn near panting with need.
“Shorts.” He gestures to my lower half with his chin.
I let my eyebrows furrow. “That’s your job.”
He shakes his head, the devious grin back in place. “My job is to give you the best orgasm of your life. Now take off your shorts.”
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
He grunts a laugh, stopping as he reaches my side, forcing me to lean my face up to look at him. “That’s not surprising. But also, I don’t care. If you want my mouth on your pussy, take them off.”
I grit my teeth, annoyed, but also incredibly turned on.
Fine.But since he wants to be demanding, I’ll be a brat.
Lifting my hips enough to slide down my shorts, I dispose of them over the couch. But before he can get a good look at the black lace covering his future meal, I haul off my tee and let it join my bottoms.
His breath catches, and instantly, my chest swells with confidence. I bite my bottom lip and run a hand down my waist, playing with the hem of my panties. “Cold feet? Don’t worry, I wo—”
“Lie your ass back down,” he commands, taking a step back and lowering to his knees. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen having such a big ass guy on the ground, his eyes pinned on me as if he’s about to worship me.
Strong hands find my hips and I jolt under his touch, surprised by how warm they are. Calloused fingers glide down the outside of my thighs, searing the skin beneath until his thumb hooks around the waistband. With a sharp pop, the panties are off, and I curse at the lingering sting in my hip.
“Hope those weren’t your favorite.” He huffs.
“Asshole,” I mutter but my head falls back when he swipes a finger through my folds with ease.
“Hmm.” His purr shoots straight to my throbbing clit, and I arch into his hold. “If only I’d known it was this easy to shut you up.”
“How aboutyoustop talking and put your head where it belongs?” I quip, my focus becoming skewed from his clean smell coasting up my body and filling my lungs.
His nose lowers and a deep inhale of air has me gripping his tight curls to push him lower. His free hand catches mine around the wrist as he comes back up, his dark greens boring into me with warning.
“Hands up and mouth off. You so much as move an inch, I stop. You open that pretty little mouth of yours, I stop.” His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading them farther before his face disappears.
Then, I meet God.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
For the first time since I’ve known the girl, she does as told, throwing her arms above her head and gripping onto the throw pillows behind her. With her in the position I want her, I let my gaze rove over her, soaking in the body I want to turn into a figure eight one day. She’s fucking perfect in every way, and when my fingers dig into her sides, the soft flesh molds to my touch.
